Lewd Ascent: a Futa Litrpg C266-275

7.15 - Filling Them In

Astrid excused herself shortly afterward under the guise of 'letting Zoey get some rest.' In reality, Zoey knew she just needed time to think about what had been revealed. She wondered if she could have handled the talk better. There'd been no time to plan since Astrid had been the one to confront her, rather than the intended other way around. Her cheeks burned from how, apparently, it'd been

easy

to see through their attempts at subtlety.

She'd been awake for close to twenty-four hours straight, so she went to her room, washed up, and put on her sleeping clothes. A quick teleportation trip through the portal-door and she arrived to Rosalie's room across the d'Celestin estate. Delta was there alongside the blonde, both girls already in their casual nightwear. Delta was sprawled out on the bed taking up as much space as possible, and Rosalie was seated on the edge flipping through a small notebook with a frown. They both glanced up as Zoey arrived.

"So? What was that about?" Delta asked. "Why'd Astrid drag you off?"

"She knew."

"She... knew? As in--?"

"Yep."

"Oh, boy."

Rosalie groaned and buried her face in her hands. "I

told you

you weren't being careful enough."

"It's fine," Zoey said. "We talked. I ended up telling her everything."

Delta's eyebrows shot up. Rosalie also seemed alarmed. More than the foxgirl, even.

"Everything?" Delta asked.

"About my class, I mean. Why we were--doing it in the first place." There was still the matter of the world ending and what little they knew about the shard eaters. She hadn't gone over the skills not relevant to her either, like those related to her burgeoning temple.

"How'd she take it?"

"Good? I mean, she wasn't grossed out or horrified or anything. Mostly, she blushed a lot and then excused herself."

Delta considered. "Yeah, that's as good as we could hope. She seems like a bit of a prude, I think."

"You and I have vastly different definitions of prude," Rosalie said dryly.

Zoey agreed; she wouldn't call Astrid a

prude

. Just not as open as Delta had been their first meeting. Perhaps she was more open than Rosalie, for that matter. But Zoey didn't have the advantage of an incredible ice-breaker like the first shard had been.

"Either way, she needs to think on it. I believed her when she said that she'll keep our secrets. She said she'll only tell her father if it affects her clan directly. And she'd talk with us beforehand if she feels like she has to."

Rosalie nodded slowly. "Reasonable. If she doesn't seek you out first thing come morning, I'll see if I can talk with her first."

"She didn't seem upset," Zoey offered. "Just surprised, and flustered. I don't think it'll be a problem. Though--I'm not entirely sure if that means she'll want to, you know."

Delta wiggled her eyebrows and made a lewd gesture. Zoey ignored her, but yes, that was the implication.

"In any case, it's a problem for tomorrow." Rosalie tucked away the notebook she'd been reading and shuffled into bed. "I'm tired. Save any insatiable desires until morning, please. I want sleep first."

Delta snickered. "She's such a romantic, isn't she?"

Zoey laughed, but she was wrung out too, and she knew Delta was as well. She flipped off the light and climbed into bed with her two girlfriends. They snuggled in on either side of her. After the exhausting day they'd had, sleep found them quickly.

***

Zoey woke up last among the three of them. Rosalie and Delta had already extricated themselves from her side, sadly, and were sitting up in bed, murmuring about something.

"I mean, neither of us? That's a first. There's always been

some

advancement."

"Maybe Zoey did? We don't know for sure yet."

"Maybe I did what?" Zoey asked.

The two girls glanced at her.

"Ah, sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Delta said, raising her voice from its whisper. "Were we too loud?"

"'S Fine." Zoey yawned and stretched out, muscles sore from the vigorous activities yesterday. Burning through so many spells had left a lingering not-really-but-sort-of exhaustion. Something close to mental strain, but not that either. The invisible magical muscle, whatever it was, had been worked thoroughly. "What are you two talking about?"

"Advancements. Neither of us got one, on any of our runes. Did you?"

Zoey paused, then checked. Even if she couldn't read her

tabula anima

herself, she knew when she leveled by a tingling on the back of her neck. A supernatural sense.

"Nope," Zoey said, blinking in surprise. "Huh. You're right, that's the first time. It's always at least one of us." And recently, usually multiple. She

did

have powerful skills geared specifically toward fast advancement.

"Could be because we're reaching the higher ranks," Rosalie said. "We can hardly expect to advance once per shard at

fourth

advancement."

Delta frowned. "That's logical, blondie, but counterpoint--we have a goddess on our side. It's totally because of the shard stabilizer that we didn't."

"I think she's right," Zoey said. "The loot was terrible too."

"The loot was above average, for a fourth-advancement shard," Rosalie said dryly.

"It was below

our

average, though," Delta countered. "And you know it. Don't be pedantic."

Rosalie inclined her head. "Nevertheless. We

are

reaching higher advancements. It would make sense if we're slowing down in progression."

"Sure, but also no," Delta said. "It's totally because we stabilized the shard. We're not doing that again, right? Boo. No more. I demand perverted shards!"

"So long as Astrid is comfortable with it, I see no reason not to."

"And if she isn't?"

Rosalie grimaced. "Let's feel the situation out first before we make plans. As I've been saying."

"Even if she isn't thrilled about the sex part," Delta said, "I doubt she'll turn down insanely amplified experience gain. And unbelievably good loot. Even if it has weird requirements attached. Besides, she doesn't have to join in herself. We can handle the lewd parts. Hell, most of the time it's

Zoey

dealing with it anyway. That last shard, I didn't even get scooped up and groped by vines. When I

did

try to have some fun, I got stuffed into a chastity cage."

Rosalie raised an unimpressed eyebrow, and chose to address Zoey instead of the gremlin. "There's still a chance she's thrown into

something

if she enters a shard with us. So she needs to be comfortable with the possibility. But, again, let's feel out the situation before we make concrete plans. I think odds are high she'll be--" She pursed her lips. "Amenable."

"Pretty sure she's checked all of us out at least once," Delta said, laughing. "And it became way more obvious once she had her Bloodlust ramped up. Lowered her inhibitions I bet. I think she

especially

likes blondie's ass." The foxgirl poked Rosalie's leg with a delighted grin. "And

methinks

the attraction is mutual. Blondie's been stealing looks too. Right? Right? Our two front liners are hot and flustered for each other? We'll get some steamy tank-on-fighter action soon?"

Rosalie swatted away Delta's poking finger, trying to glare at her--but it was mitigated by the blush that rose brightly on her cheeks. "Control yourself. And no. I merely respect her work ethic."

"Oh? So you're

not

compatible?"

"W-Well, that is to say, rather, it's not that--"

Even Zoey couldn't help but snort at the fumbling stream of nonsense that came from Rosalie's mouth, as she both tried to maintain her dignity and acknowledge that their newest party member

was

compatible with her tastes.

Rosalie huffed and crossed her arms. The refined princess would never pout, but she came close to it. Zoey laughed and pushed her over, delivering a series of quick kisses to cheer her up.

It worked. She was protesting and smiling a few seconds into the assault.

It more than worked, actually. Having crawled overtop the blonde, their positioning did more than wipe the pout off her face. She was blushing hard and breathing fast in only moments.

Oh?

Zoey remembered that all of her recharging during yesterday's shard had been with Delta and Maddy. Rosalie had needed to play interference. Thus--she was flustered and worked up after a full day of not having her own fun.

A grin split Zoey's lips, and she sat up, straddling Rosalie. Her fingers played with the hem of Rosalie's shirt.

"What's this? You're breathing a little hard, princess. Did something happen?"

Rosalie huffed. The smile had changed into a wide-eyed, flustered look.

"I do need to recharge," Zoey mused. "Haven't filled up since before the boss fight, so I'm basically empty." She leaned forward and murmured into Rosalie's lips. "Mind helping me out?"

"I could--I could be persuaded."

"Good answer."

And Zoey knew what she wanted to do. There was a potion from Sabina's most recent batch of experimentations that she hadn't made use of yet, which she had been highly anticipating. She pulled it out now.

[Potion of Gooey Transmutation]: Temporarily transmutes a living being's body into a gel-like substance.

7.16 - ❤ Gooey Transmutation I

"What?" Delta demanded. "Why didn't you tell me you had something like this?"

The foxgirl stared at the vial of Gooey Transmutation potion, mouth open and eyes wide. She gave a nearly offended look to Zoey, as if she'd sinned gravely by not revealing the item to her.

"I was keeping it a surprise," Zoey said, rolling her eyes. "Stop looking like I kicked a puppy."

"You've been keeping that in your back pocket? You're telling me I could've had a

slimegirl princess,

" she jabbed a finger at Rosalie, "earlier than today, and I

haven't?

Don't talk to me. We're over."

"If you forgive me, we can share her?"

"Well, I'm not that mad," Delta said, changing her tune. "Maybe throw in a little extra? Not that I'm easy to buy, mind you." She narrowed her eyes at Zoey as if daring to contradict her.

Zoey summoned two more vials of Gooey Transmutation. Delta gasped. She snatched one away and admired the thick green liquid. "This is the best day ever."

"I'm glad you think so. But it's untested. Er--sort of. Sabina made sure it works, but it's not thoroughly researched."

"It could kill me afterward and I wouldn't care." She held the vial reverently, like she might mean the words. She paused. "When you say untested, though, it

will

put us back together afterward, yeah?"

"I'm sure it's safe. Sabina wouldn't have given me some if it wasn't. But I haven't used it yet--I don't know what it's like."

"Huh."

"And Rosalie first," Zoey chided. "We'll take ours later."

"Princess first," Delta agreed solemnly, tucking the vial into her inventory.

Rosalie's face, meanwhile, had been turning increasingly deeper shades of red at how excited both of them were to have her take the potion. No doubt imagining

why

they were eager, and what they wanted to do to her when her body would be made of see-through goo.

Zoey scooted off Rosalie's lap and handed her the potion. The girl, who had been lying on her back, elbowed up and took the vial, eyeing it apprehensively.

"How long does it last?"

"Varies, according to Sabina," Zoey said. "If it's anything like the cock potions, it'll last however long it needs to."

"This has practical uses too, I bet," Rosalie said. "A slime body might have all sorts of functional benefits, like--"

"Shut up and take the potion so we can rail you, please," Delta said. "

Tactical benefits

later."

Rosalie paused, eyed the foxgirl, then blushed at the completely earnest and not-antagonistic look on her face. It'd been a genuine plea, for once.

"W-Well, fine. If that's what you two demand of me. But for the record, I'm only doing something so... deviant... because you're asking."

Zoey and Delta shared a look, but for once they didn't contest her claim.

"Right, right," Delta said. "You're perfectly chaste and comport yourself with the utmost dignity at all times--all instances of degeneracy are to be loaded onto your insatiable girlfriends' shoulders. Now drink the potion, damn it!"

This time, Zoey and

Rosalie

shared a look.

"What?" Delta asked.

"Nothing. Just very well articulated," Zoey laughed. She squeezed Rosalie's thigh. "But I agree. Drink the potion."

Rosalie grumbled, putting up the requisite amount of protest, then uncorked the vial and tipped the viscous green liquid back. It took two swallows to get down, and her nose wrinkled. Potions rarely tasted pleasant. Considering what sorts of crazy things went into them, that wasn't surprising.

A violent shiver went through Rosalie, and she dropped the empty vial on the bed.

"Oh. Oh, dear," she murmured.

Among all the less appropriate reasons to be interested in this transformation, Zoey was curious academically too. Like--what would an ongoing slimegirl transformation look like?

She could imagine a few gruesome ways it might go. Such as, if the transitory state between the two phases made her skin halfway see-through while giving a peek into similarly halfway translucent organs. That was a rather not-very-erotic image, but to her relief, the transformation was more palatable. When Rosalie's skin started to change color and become translucent, she was immediately see-through all of the way: just moving from opaque to less opaque with every second.

She was turning blue. Not green, like Mel. And not bright or dark blue, but the pale, icy color of her eyes. Hair, skin, everything shifting toward that same hue--though with slight variations to give volume and definition. It happened fast, all things considered. After about ten seconds, a gooey slime-Rosalie was sitting in bed.

Wearing her pajama shorts and t-shirt. Which had, reasonably in retrospect, not transformed alongside her. The look was rather funny, actually--a slimegirl in clothing.

"This is amazing," Delta breathed. "Someone pinch me."

Rosalie stared at her hands. She clenched and unclenched them in fascination, then picked at her shirt.

"Ew. I'm soaking into them."

Indeed, Rosalie's clothes were growing damp. Her gooey body left a small amount of residue behind--much like Mel did--and so the light fabric clinging to her body was drinking the fluid in. Rosalie hastily peeled herself out of her shirt, shorts, and panties in a few quick wiggles, throwing them aside.

Which struck both Zoey and Delta temporarily mute, because now they were being treated to the sight of a

naked

Rosalie-Slimegirl.

Truly, they'd ascended to heaven.

"You've both seen me naked dozens of times," Rosalie grumbled, covering her chest with one arm. "Stop looking at me like that, you... you lechers."

Hesitantly, Delta reached out and poked Rosalie. Her finger squished into the other girl, and she slid her finger down, feeling the texture of Rosalie's body. Then she pressed more firmly in, and her finger popped through.

"O-Oh," Rosalie said, her back arching slightly. "That's--an interesting sensation."

Zoey remembered something Mel had said, once.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Zoey said with a spreading grin. She shuffled forward and also poked Rosalie in the shoulder--the arm opposite from Delta. She sank in gently, and Rosalie sucked in another little breath of surprise. "Potion was made from Mel's body. Makes sense there'd be carry-on effects. And

she

liked being penetrated any which way." Zoey slowly picked up pace, squelching her finger in and out of Rosalie's shoulder, before adding a second one that extracted another noise from her.

"It's--it's not the

same

as, um, the usual way," Rosalie said, shivering as Zoey pumped her finger in and out. "Not the same at all. But... it does feel sort of... I don't know?"

Zoey added a third finger, and the breathless noise became a little groan.

She pulled her fingers out, and Delta did the same. As interesting as that was--and how many possibilities it opened up--there was no way

that

was the method they'd use to draw out Rosalie's first climax in slimegirl form. Though it would be kind of funny, she supposed.

But 'funny' wasn't the first thing on her mind. She had more pressing goals. Leaning back, she shuffled off her pajama pants and boxers and threw them onto the pile Rosalie had begun creating. Just in time for her to finish hardening: a few more pulses of blood into the thick member had it standing at full attention.

"You get her mouth," Delta announced. "But I wanna taste-test first. I wonder if slimegirl pussy is better than the real thing?" The foxgirl leaned in to kiss Rosalie's neck--and sucked there. "Ooh. You're fruity. Wait, is this cannibalism?"

Zoey rolled her eyes. "Please shut up, Delta."

"Gimme a pussy to eat, and I will."

She made a good argument. Zoey scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard, pulling Rosalie along by the hand to drag her up. The girl knew her role, by now: she crawled over and got on her knees, face hovering near Zoey's cock as she admired the tool she'd be servicing. Delta also seized the opportunity, tugging apart Rosalie's knees to provide better access, then rolling onto her back and shuffling into position so she was looking straight up into the slimegirl's pussy.

"Best day ever," Delta announced--before cupping Rosalie's ass with both hands and leaning up to get her first taste of slimegirl pussy.

7.17 - ❤ Gooey Transmutation II

While Delta was busy getting her first taste of--apparently fruity--slimegirl pussy, Zoey leaned against the headboard and admired Rosalie's reaction to having her pussy licked. Several little noises issued from her as she squirmed and enjoyed the foxgirl's attention. The sounds morphed into long, breathy moans as Delta's tongue worked deeper in. However enthusiastic Rosalie usually was to get her mouth around Zoey's cock, she seemed to temporarily forget her own task at hand.

"A-Ah." Rosalie's head dipped forward to bounce against Zoey's cock. "It feels--weird. The same, but different?"

"Tastes the same but different, too," Delta's muffled voice said--or that was Zoey's best guess, since she was somewhat incomprehensible with her face buried between Rosalie's legs.

A bit hazily, Rosalie rallied herself, grabbing Zoey's cock and focusing on her own mission. The first long swipe of her tongue up and along Zoey's length drew a shiver from her, and left a string of glistening light blue slime-saliva behind. The substance was gooier than regular saliva, noticeably so, and the sensation was incredible. The texture of Rosalie's tongue as it clung to her cock as it ran up and across her sensitive rod was something to remember. Every part of Rosalie's new body seemed to cling and hug her more than normal.

Swirling her tongue around the top, Rosalie dipped down and took her into her mouth. Zoey's cock sank into her semi-transparent cheek, goo-skin bulging out as it rubbed against her teeth. Amazed, Zoey watched her cock be pleasured

while she could still see it

. Changing angle, Rosalie worked her tongue against the underside and sucked and bobbed, working up and down Zoey's length.

Bit by bit, with increasing enthusiasm, Zoey's cock disappeared into the slimegirl's throat. Her arousal spiked as the tight tunnel of her throat accepted Zoey's tip, and, wiggling her head, Rosalie dived down. Zoey's cock slid and slid--essentially into her chest. In only a few moments, Rosalie had her nose firmly buried in Zoey's crotch, having taken her all the way. Her throat bulged with the shape of the thick cock inside her. And more than just the imprint, Zoey could actually

see

her cock bulging her skin out.